THE fiddler knows what's brewing To the lilt of his lyric wiles: The fiddler knows what rueing Will come of this night's smiles! He sees couples join them for dancing, And afterwards joining for life, He sees them pay high for their prancing By a welter of wedded strife. He twangs: 'Music hails from the devil, Though vaunted to come from heaven, For it makes people do at a revel What multiplies sins by seven. 'There's many a heart now mangled, And waiting its time to go, Whose tendrils were first entangled By my sweet viol and bow!' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 12 by EZRA POUND MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 1 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SPRING [IN WAR-TIME] by HENRY TIMROD PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 15. AL-GHAFFAR by EDWIN ARNOLD TO HELEN KELLER by FRANCES BEEBE YOU DON'T BELIEVE by WILLIAM BLAKE |